Reflection: The Amazing Picture
Asked and Answered-A Peak Into a ‘crazy’ Girl’s Mind
So it’s pretty clear I think and speak in loops by now right? I overlook a lot of details and communicate in weird ways, too busy scanning for things that are less ‘boring’, what’s unclear. My whole life I’ve been plagued by patterns. I’ve seen them everywhere in everything I do. At first they haunted me, taunted me. But then something grew… Pure. Fucking. Spite. I’m calling it righteous rage now. Who’s really to say? I’ve really learned to just trust my gut through this whole thing. That story’s a long one… If you have time—my proof. It started when we became two. For him beginning was hello.. I knew her as goodbye. I’d met her before… In a loved one’s eyes. This time she surprised me— she filled me with joy. The face she wore that day.. it felt like a ploy. She came in radiant—a beautiful glow, like something you grab at, unaware of impeding blow. This time she dressed in a man, like she had before. Eyes too kind—soul too pure. All I heard was “beautiful” and “can I take you out?”—this is when I prepared for bout. I declared “No.” didn’t need anymore, suddenly it appeared—the key to my impenetrable heart’s door. He just.. moved on? Talked to me like an old friend? Had we known each other for years?? I searched for a ring—surely that’s why he was so kind to me. He named me.. Human. He just.. backed off. He knew how to find light hidden underneath cloth. From that moment he had me.. his ‘trap’ got me—snared. This was the second time.. I’d been caught, “Unaware.” We went and lived life, all the way up— and yeah it could get down but, those eyes… were the stuff, What movies are made of, dreams, yes magic!—I’ll mosey along to when time started to click. You asked about the picture, the beauty up high.. She is a product of that guy, Love. His legal name John, not one he goes by, but he captured her out of the sky— The heaven, if you will. I’ve asked for her name— I’m sure you know I’ve tried.. I assume she’s a woman— ‘Cause of her beauty and pride. And how she bears that slight humble bow.. As if she’s looking down.. On all her children.. Paying for them… That slash mark across her chest— too conveniently topping the crest… of a staff shown ‘T.’ However hard I tried, I just couldn’t find— the answer. I went to sacred texts, felt the world fracture in my chest—when I read “The Woman,” But it still felt— ALMOST like a lie.. Went looking all around, guess what I found—she’s here because of light, they’re together as One, feels just right. She’s love up in the clouds, our reflection shining down— she goes by many names, when you say them out loud. Some even impossible to pronounce.. But I think Maybe Deeeeep down You already know. —— I lean into the patterns now— they seemingly bow down. Like watching revelation unfold. You follow God and it gets weird— great signs start to appear.. clothed with sun. Sometimes your heart aches with pain, it can feel so great—the only appropriate name could be cried out.. ‘birth.’ Pregnancy blurs with full, my brain tickles still—where’s the stars? Twelve in the sky, still looking for those guys. Something about ‘apostles’ and ‘knowledge’ with ‘complete’. Sun in the sky, with moon acting shy.. truth arriving just nearby— she hides underneath. And just before Love fled, she heard it said.. He’s in charge now. She’ll go get her rest, with the dragon seeking death… As King takes his place On High. She hasn’t seen the dragon— Unless it looks like Netan Yahu. I guess that’s all there is to say The rhymes are starting to To fade away. Suddenly I’m ready for sleep And the world goes on aimlessly. Unaware of the ringing she hears And the drum in her chest.. And the gripping on her head.. And she’s told To go to bed.